It’s a story I’ll tell you one day when I’m drunk.
-(via littlebastardthings)

(Source: cr8dv8)


you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil

(Source: unstartling)


i wish you turned back just once so you could’ve seen me literally praying you would stay. i prayed to your god. i prayed to myself. i prayed to the stars that you would just stay but you didn’t look back. you just walked


When i was little i never thought that eyebrows would ever be this important to me.



-boys that are against feminism
-boys that call girls sluts and whores
-boys that think a vagina gets loose after having a lot of sex
-white boys that use the n word

-boys that fall asleep after sex without making sure their partner is satisfied
-boys that insult others to compliment you
-boys that insult anyone
-boys that are rude to their parents


how dumb is it that we’ve created words we arent supposed to use

It’s 4am and I’m fine.
You’re not here but I’m fine
The breathing is hard
And the vision is blurry
But I think right now
At least for now
At 4am
I am fine
-"4:13am" (via homochrome)


Ahh the sweet smell of being replaced


i cant tell if im really nice but secretly an asshole or an asshole but secretly really nice


i got 99 problems and probably about 94 of them come from my lack of motivation to do anything

the other 5 comes from my ugly

When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
-Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies   (via wordsnquotes)